Rafael Montefalco Story Novels & Stories

─❈─ AURELIA ─❈─ “Mate?” I turn to Marco, who goes pale. “What does he mean by that?” He swallows hard, his grip tightening. Ahead, Rafaele tenses as he releases Romano, who slumps heavily by the side of the now-dented car with a satisfied smirk. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Rafaele snarls. “She’s human, bastardo. I would have you killed for this…” he says—and I don’t hear Romano’s response as I turn to Marco again with a raised brow.

Somehow, I wonder if Justin knew about our plans, and now his men was calling me to ensure I didn’t interfere any further. “I’m not interested in anything Justin has to say,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “So, unless you have something else to discuss, I’m going to end this call.” “I’m afraid that’s not an option. You see, Mr. Montefalco has been very patient, but that patience is running thin. He wants you to understand what happens when people cross him.” “I don’t want any trouble,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

“We disposed of his driver before approaching him and made sure no one suspected a thing.” “Good job.” Dante pats him on the back. “Come brother. Let’s go say hello to my guest.” We walk to the car and the other man opens the door. Lying on the floor, half-conscious was the Rafeal Anton, highly respected business man in Florence and the man responsible for sending Dante to prison for a year. He had double crossed Dante on a deal and then solely put the blame on Dante when the fallout from the deal had caused a rift between competing Mafia families.